(Disclaimer: I am absolutely NOT comparing Fun. with the WPM)
I was just thinking about these lyrics from the intro of the song:
"My lover she is waiting for me just across the bar.
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar and...
I know I gave it to you months ago.
I know you're trying to forget..."
Ya know, he always looked like a wife-beater to me.
So what I gathered from this little itsy-bitsy piece of lyric is that this guy injured his lover (or caused her injury somehow), but the two are still somewhat together.... Hm...
I'm not sayin', but I'm just sayin'...
Now, I'm not criticizing this song in any way, but I just find it funny how songs become ten times more interesting once you actually take the time to sit and listen to the lyrics. Not only is this song now a national anthem to young folks everywhere, but it is also the national "gettin' wasted" theme- or that's how I see it. Just control yourselves, and try not to physically abuse your loved ones.
PS. This is one of my FAVORITE songs. Long live Indie music on the Top Charts!
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